Saturday 04 May 2024 06:18 AM UTC+00 | Tags: english-songs
American singer "Kylie Cantrall" has released a brand-new song titled "Unsure". Penned by Alan Walker, Kristoffer Haugan, Gunnar Greve Pettersen, Jordan Miller, and Edvard Normann, and the song "Unsure" was produced by Alan Walker and State.
Unsure Song Lyrics By Kylie Cantrall
Not A Winner, Not A Loser, Neither Rich Nor Poor I Am Just A Dreamer Chasing Something More Oh, I’m On My Way Till I Find What I’m Searching For Only Thing I Know Is That I’m So Unsure
I Think I’m Jaded, I Let Life Get To My Head I’ll Stop Complaining, I’ll Overthink It Instead This Game Is Draining, So Tell Me When Does It End, Oh, End
Hot And Cold Is Getting All Than Nothing Left This Fall High And Low With Yes And No, I Don’t Know What I Want
Not A Winner, Not A Loser, Neither Rich Nor Poor I Am Just A Dreamer Chasing Something More Oh, I’m On My Way Till I Find What I’m Searching For Only Thing I Know Is That I’m So Unsure
Not Doing Good, But Not Really Doing That Bad Oh, I’m Not Happy, But I’m Not Really That Sad And If I’m Honest, Yeah, I’ll Admit I’m A Mess, I’m A Mess
Hot And Cold Is Getting All Than Nothing Left This Fall High And Low With Yes And No, I Don’t Know What I Want
Not A Winner Not A Loser, Neither Rich Nor Poor I Am Just A Dreamer Chasing Something More Oh, I’m On My Way Till I Find What I’m Searching For Only Thing I Know Is That I’m So Unsure
So Unsure, Oh
Song Credits:
Song Name:
Unsure
Artists:
Alan Walker & Kylie Cantrall
Lead Vocals:
Kylie Cantrall
Written By:
Alan Walker, Kristoffer Haugan, Gunnar Greve Pettersen, Jordan Miller & Edvard Normann
Saturday 04 May 2024 06:33 AM UTC+00 | Tags: english-songs
American rapper and songwriter "Kendrick Lamar" has released a brand-new song titled "6:16 in LA (Drake Diss)". Penned by Kendrick Lamar, Sounwave, and Jack Antonoff, and the song "6:16 in LA (Drake Diss)" was produced by Sounwave and Jack Antonoff.
6:16 in LA (Drake Diss) Song Lyrics By Kendrick Lamar
Uh (Uh) Uh (Uh) Uh, Yeah (Uh) It’s Survival, Survival I Think Somebody Lying Smell Somebody Lying I Don’t See No Fire
Off-White Sunseeker At The Marina Fu*k A Phantom, I Like To Buy Yachts When I Get The Fever Wine Cooler Spill On My White T-Shirt, The Sightseer Trifecta, Money, Morals, And Culture, That’s My Leisure My Visa, Passport Tatted, I Show Up In Ibiza Lucalis Dwellings In Brooklyn Just To Book Me Some Pizza Who Could Reach Us? Only God Could Teleport This Type Of Freedom
God, Ah My Confession Is Yours, But Who Am I If I Don’t Go To War? There’s Opportunity When Livin’ With Loss I Discover Myself When I Fall Short Raise My Hands To A Fallen Sky, I Fantasize Me Jumpin’ Planets Immortalized, I Correspond Three Angels Watchin’ Me All The Time Put My Children To Sleep With A Prayer, Then Close My Eyes Definition Of Peace
Tell Me Who Gon’ Stop Me? I Come From Love Estelle Cover My Heart, Then Open Me Up Remember When Picked Up A Pen, Lyrics That I Can Trust Timid Soul, Stare In The Mirror, Askin’ Where I Was From Often, I Know This Type Of Power Is Gon’ Cost But I Live In Circadian Rhythms Of A Shooting Star
The Mannerisms Of Raphael, I Can Heal And Give You Art But The Industry’s Cooked As I Pick The Carcass Apart Yeah, Somebody’s Lyin’, I Can See The Vibes On Ak Even He Lookin’ Compromised, Let’s Peel The Layers Back Ain’t No Brownie Points For Beating Your Chest, Harassin’ Ant Fu*kin’ With Good People Make Good People Go To Bat Conspiracies About Cash, Dog? That’s Not Even The Leak Find The Jewels Like Kash Doll, I Just Need You To Think Are You Finally Ready To Play Have-You-Ever? Let’s See Have You Ever Thought That Ovo Is Workin’ For Me?
Fake Bully, I Hate Bullies, You Must Be A Terrible Person Everyone Inside Your Team Is Whispering That You Deserve It Can’t Toosie Slide Up Outta This One, It’s Just Gon’ Resurface Every Dog Gotta Have His Day, Now Live In Your Purpose It Was Fun Until You Started To Put Money In The Streets Then Lost Money ’cause They Came Back With No Receipts I’m Sorry That I Live A Boring Life, I Love Peace But War-Ready If The World Is Ready To See You Bleed
The Elohim, Ktw Know You Can’t Sleep, These Images Trouble You Know The Wires In Your Circle Should Puzzle You If You Were Street-Smart, Then You Woulda Caught That Your Entourage Is Only To Hustle You A Hundred Niggas That You Got On Salary And Twenty Of ’em Want You As A Casualty And One Of Them Is Actually Next To You
And Two Of Them Is Practically Tired Of Your Lifestyle Just Don’t Got The Audacity To Tell You But Let Me Tell You Some Game ’cause I Can See You, My Lil’ Homie You Playin’ Dirty With Propaganda, It Blow Up On Ya You’re Playin’ Nerdy With Zack Bia And Twitter Bots But Your Reality Can’t Hide Behind Wifi Your Lil’ Memes Is Losin’ Steam, They Figured You Out The Forced Opinions Is Not Convincin’, Y’all Need A New Route It’s Time That You Look Around On Who’s Around You Before You Figure That You’re Not Alone, Ask What Mike Would Do
Saturday 04 May 2024 08:30 AM UTC+00 | Tags: english-songs
American rapper and songwriter "Kendrick Lamar" has released a brand-new song titled "Meet The Grahams". Penned by Kendrick Lamar, and the song "Meet The Grahams" was produced by The Alchemist.
Meet The Grahams Song Lyrics By Kendrick Lamar
Dear Adonis, I’m Sorry That That Man Is Your Father, Let Me Be Honest It Takes A Man To Be A Man, Your Dad Is Not Responsive I Look At Him And Wish Your Grandpa Woulda Wore A Condom I’m Sorry That You Gotta Grow Up And Then Stand Behind Him Life Is Hard, I Know, The Challenge Is Always Gon’ Beat Us Home Sometimes Our Parents Make Mistakes That Affect Us Until We Grown And You’re A Good Kid That Need Good Leadership
Let Me Be Your Mentor, Since Your Daddy Don’t Teach You Shit Never Let A Man Piss On Your Leg, Son Either You Die Right There Or Pop That Man In The Head, Son Never Fall In The Escort Business, That’s Bad Religion Please Remember, You Could Be A B!tch Even If You Got B!tches Never Code Switch, Whether Right Or Wrong, You A Black Man Even If It Don’t Benefit Your Goals, Do Some Push Ups Get Some Discipline, Don’t Cut Them Corners Like Your Daddy Did, Fu*k What Ozempic Did
Don’t Pay To Play With Them Brazilians, Get A Gym Membership Understand, No Throwin’ Rocks And Hidin’ Hands, That’s Law Don’t Be Ashamed ’bout Who You Wit’, That’s How He Treat Your Moms Don’t Have A Kid To Hide A Kid To Hide Again, Be Sure Five Percent Will Comprehend But Ninety-five Is Lost Be Proud Of Who You Are, Your Strength Come From Within Lotta Superstars That’s Real, But Your Daddy Ain’t One Of Them And You Nothing Like Him, You’ll Carry Yourself As King Can’t Understand Me Right Now, Just Play This When You Eighteen
Dear Sandra, Your Son Got Some Habits, I Hope You Don’t Undermine Them Especially With All The Girls That’s Hurt Inside This Climate You A Woman, So You Know How It Feels To Be In Alignment With Emotion, Hopin’ A Man Can See You And Not Be Blinded Dear Dennis, You Gave Birth To A Master Manipulator Even Usin’ You To Prove Who He Is Is A Huge Favor I Think You Should Ask For More Paper, And More Paper And More, Uh, More Paper
I’m Blamin’ You For All His Gamblin’ Addictions Psychopath Intuition, The Man That Like To Play Victim You Raised A Horrible Fu*kin’ Person, The Nerve Of You, Dennis Sandra, Sit Down, What I’m About To Say Is Heavy, Now Listen Mm-mm, Your Son’s A Sick Man With Sick Thoughts, I Think Niggas Like Him Should Die
Him And Weinstein Should Get Fu*ked Up In A Cell For The Rest They Life He Hates Black Women, Hypers*xualizes ’em, With Kinks Of A Nympho Fetish Grew Facial Hair Because He Understood Bein’ A Beard Just Fit Him Better He Got S*x Offenders On Ho-vo That He Keep On A Monthly Allowance A Child Should Never Be Compromised And He Keepin’ His Child Around Him And We Gotta Raise Our Daughters Knowin’ There’s Predators Like Him Lurkin’ Fu*k A Rap Battle, He Should Die So All Of These Women Can Live With A Purpose I Been In This Industry Twelve Years, I’ma Tell Y’all One Lil’ Secret
It’s Some Weird Shit Goin’ On And Some Of These Artists Be Here To Police It They Be Streamlinin’ Victims All Inside Of They Home And Callin’ Em Tinder Then Leak Videos Of Themselves To Further Push Their Agendas To Any Woman That Be Playin’ His Music, Know That You’re Playin’ Your Sister Or Better, You’re Sellin’ Your Niece, To The Weirdos, Not The Good Ones Katt Williams Said, “Get You The Truths,” So I’ma Get Mines
The Embassy ’bout To Get Raided, Too, It’s Only A Matter Of Time Ayy, Lebron, Keep The Family Away, Hey, Curry, Keep The Family Away To Anybody That Embody The Love For They Kids, Keep The Family Away They Lookin’ At You Too If You Standin’ By Him, Keep The Family Away I’m Lookin’ To Shoot Through Any Pervert That Lives, Keep The Family Safe
Dear Baby Girl, I’m Sorry That Your Father Not Active Inside Your World He Don’t Commit To Much But His Music, Yeah, That’s For Sure He A Narcissist, Misogynist, Livin’ Inside His Songs Try Destroy Families Rather Than Takin’ Care Of His Own Should Be Teachin’ You Time Tables Or Watchin’ Frozen With You Or At Your Eleventh Birthday, Singin’ Poems With You Instead, He Be In Turks, Payin’ For S*x And Poppin’ Percs Examples That You Don’t Deserve
I Wanna Tell You That You’re Loved, You’re Brave, You’re Kind You Got A Gift To Change The World, And Could Change Your Father’s Mind ’cause Our Children Is The Future, But He Lives Inside Confusion Money’s Always Been Illusion, But That’s The Life He’s Used To His Father Prolly Didn’t Claim Him Neither History Do Repeats Itself, Sometimes It Don’t Need A Reason But I Would Like To Say It’s Not Your Fault That He’s Hidin’ Another Child Give Him Grace, This The Reason I Made Mr. Morale So Our Babies Like You Can Cope Later
Give You Some Confidence To Go Through Somethin’, It’s Hope Later I Never Wanna Hear You Chase A Man ’cause His Failed Behavior Sittin’ In The Club With Sugar Daddies For Validation You Need To Know That Love Is Eternity And Trumps All Pain I’ll Tell You Who Your Father Is, Just Play This Song When It Rains Yes, He’s A Hitmaker, Songwriter, Superstar, Right And A Fu*king Deadbeat That Should Never Say “More Life” Meet The Grahams
Dear Aubrey, I Know You Probably Thinkin’ I Wanted To Crash Your Party But Truthfully, I Don’t Have A Hatin’ Bone In My Body This Supposed To Be A Good Exhibition Within The Game But You Fu*ked Up The Moment You Called Out My Family’s Name Why You Had To Stoop So Low To Discredit Some Decent People? Guess Integrity Is Lost When The Metaphors Doesn’t Reach You And I Like To Understand ’cause Your House Was Never A Home Thirty-seven, But You Showin’ Up As A Seven-year-old You Got Gamblin’ Problems, Drinkin’ Problems
Pill-poppin’ And Spendin’ Problems, Bad With Money, Whorehouse Solicitin’ Women Problems, Therapy’s A Lovely Start But I Suggest Some Ayahuasca, Strip The Ego From The Bottom I Try To Empathize With You, ’cause I Know That You Ain’t Been Through Nothin’ Crave Entitlement, But Wanna Be Liked So Bad That It’s Puzzlin’ No Dominance, Let’s Recap Moments When You Didn’t Fit In No Secret Handshakes With Your Friend
No Cultural Cachet To Bench, Just Disrespectin’ Your Mother Identity’s On The Fence, Don’t Know Which Family Will Love Ya The Skin That You Livin’ In Is Compromised In Personas Can’t Channel Your Masculine Even When Standin’ Next To A Woman You A Body Shamer, You Gon’ Hide Them Baby Mommas, Ain’t Ya? You Embarrassed Of ’em, That’s Not Right, That Ain’t How Momma Raised Us Take That Mask Off, I Wanna See What’s Under Them Achievements Why Believe You? You Never Gave Us Nothin’ To Believe In
’cause You Lied About Religious Views, You Lied About Your Surgery You Lied About Your Accent And Your Past Tense, All Is Perjury You Lied About Your Ghostwriters, You Lied About Your Crew Members They All Pu*sy, You Lied On ’em, I Know They All Got You In ’em You Lied About Your Son, You Lied About Your Daughter, Huh You Lied About Them Other Kids That’s Out There Hopin’ That You Come You Lied About The Only Artist That Can Offer You Some Help Fu*k A Rap Battle, This A Long Life Battle With Yourself
Saturday 04 May 2024 08:44 AM UTC+00 | Tags: english-songs
Canadian rapper, singer and songwriter "Drake" has released a brand-new song titled "Family Matters". Penned by Drake, and Like around 50 ghostwriters, and the song "Family Matters" was produced by Boi-1da, Tay Keith, Mark Ronson, Fierce, and Kevin Mitchell.
Family Matters Song Lyrics By Drake
[Part 1]
Maybe In This Song, You Shouldn’t Start By Saying Nigga, I Said It, I Know That You Mad I’ve Emptied The Clip Over Friendlier Jabs You Mentioned My Seed, Now Deal With His Dad I Gotta Go Bad, I Gotta Go Bad
Mmm, Mmm, Yeah Drop, Drop, Drop, Drop Drop A Fifty Bag For The Mob In The Spot Drop A Fifty Bag, Twenty-nine For The Thot Uh, I Was Really, Really Tryna Keep It Pg I Was Really, Really Tryna Keep It Pg
If You Had A Set, They’d Give Your A*s A Dp But You Civilian Gang, In Real Life, You Pc You Know Who Really Bang A Set? My Nigga Yg You Know Who Really Bang A Set? My Nigga Chuck T You Know Who Even Bang A Set Out There Is Cb And, Nigga, Cole Losin’ Sleep On This, It Ain’t Me You Better Have Some Paperwork Or That Shit Fake Tea Can’t Be Rappin’ ’bout No Rattin’ That We Can’t Read I Mean It’s True A Nigga Slimed Me For My Ap Just Like How Metro Nigga Slimed Him For His Main Squeeze Out Here Beggin’ For Attention, Nigga, Say Please Always Rappin’ Like You ’bout To Get The Slaves Freed You Just Actin’ Like An Activist, It’s Make-believe Don’t Even Go Back To Your Hood And Plant No Money Trees Say You Hate The Girls I Fu*k, But What You Really Mean? I Been With Black And White And Everything That’s In Between You The Black Messiah Wifin’ Up A Mixed Queen And Hit Vanilla Cream To Help Out With Your Self-esteem On Some Bobby Shit, I Wanna Know What Whitney Need All That Puppy Love Was Over In Y’all Late Teens Why You Never Hold Your Son And Tell Him, “Say Cheese?” We Could’ve Left The Kids Out Of This, Don’t Blame Me You A Dog And You Know It, You Just Play Sweet Your Baby Mama Captions Always Screamin’, “Save Me” You Did Her Dirty All Her Life, You Tryna Make Peace I Heard That One Of Them Little Kids Might Be Dave Free Don’t Make It Dave Free’s ’cause If Your Gm Is Your Bm Secret Bd Then This Is All Makin’ Plenty Fu*kin’ Sense To Me Ayy, Let That Shorty Breathe Shake That A*s, B!tch, Hands On Your Knees Hands On Your Knees, Hands On Your Knees Shake That A*s For Drake, Now Shake That A*s For Free Yeah, Yeah Well Not That Kind Of Free, I’m Talkin’ ’bout My Nigga Dave Your Man A Lil’ K, We Call That Shit A Mini Drac’ He Always Said I Overlooked Him, I Was Starin’ Straight These Bars Go Over Kenny Head No Matter What I Say I Know You Like To Keep It Short, So Let Me Paraphrase Knew It Was Smoke When Abel Hit Us With The Serenade Nigga Said, “Uh, Uh” Almost Started Reachin’ For My Waist
Drop, Drop, Drop, Drop Drop A Fifty Bag For The Mob In The Spot Drop A Fifty Bag, Twenty-nine For The Thot Uh, I Was Really, Really Tryna Keep It—
[Part 2]
Yeah Let Me Stop Playin’ Around, Let Me Take This Shit Serious, Like Niggas Is A Joke, I Take It Serious, Though Yeah, Look
If Drake Shooters Doing Tiktoks, Nigga Realest Shooter In Your Gang, That’s P’s Brother, Y’all Ain’t Getting Shit Shot, Nigga Can’t Listen To The Stick Talk In Falsetto, Save It For A Hip-hop Nigga You Don’t Even Be At Home, Dog, You A Souvenir-out-the-gift-shop Nigga Still Mad About That One Ho, We Ain’t Even Fu*k, I Just Lip-locked With Her I Get Active When It’s War Time, I Ain’t Even Really Let My Dick Drop, Nigga What The Fu*k I Heard Rick Drop, Nigga? Talkin’ Somethin’ ’bout A Nose Job, Nigga Ozempic Got A Side Effect Of Jealousy And Doctor Never Told Y’all Niggas Put A Nigga In The Bars, Let A Nigga Rot, Kind Of Like Your Old Job, Nigga House Sittin’ On Some Land, But It’s Out Where No One Even Really Know Y’all Niggas B!tches Gotta Drive Two Hours ‘fore You Pay ’em Just To Give A Blowjob, Nigga Must’ve Snorted Up A Snowball ’cause My Last Record Deal Was Four Hundred M’s, These Days, That’s A Low Ball, Nigga
Ayy Who’s Next On The List? Which One Of My So-called Niggas Which One Of My So-called Niggas Which One Of My So-called Niggas Need A Shell From The Clip? Always Knew I Had To Smoke Y’all Niggas Good Kid, M.A.A.D City Van, We’ll Pop The Latch And Let The Door Slide Tears Runnin’ Down My Cheek, Laughin’ At You Pu*sies Dyin’, It’s A War Cry Weeknd Music Gettin’ Played In All The Spots Where Boys Got A Little More Pride That’s Why All Your Friends Dippin’ To Atlanta, Payin’ Just To Find A Tour Guide Abel, Run Your Fu*king Bread, Need To Buy Some More Chains For Some More Guys
Let Me Find Another Street Nigga I Can Take To The Game Courtside Let Me Get A Used Ferrari For A Rapper, Take The Nigga On A Horse Ride Anything To Take The Spotlight Off The Fact The Boss Is A Drugged-out Lil’ Punk Sissy From The Northside Rakim Talkin’ Shit Again Gassed ’cause You Hit My Bm First, Nigga, Do The Math, Who I Was Hittin’ Then? I Ain’t Even Know You Rapped Still ’cause They Only Talkin’ ’bout Your ‘fit Again Probably Gotta Have A Kid Again ‘fore You Think Of Droppin’ Any Shit Again Even When You Do Drop, They Gon’ Say Y ou Should’ve Modeled ’cause It’s Mid Again
Smokin’ Fenty ’bout It, Should’ve Put You On The First One, Tryna Get It In Ask Fring If This A Good Idea The Next Time You Cuddled In That Bed Again She’ll Even Tell You Leave The Boy Alone ‘fore You Get Your Head Split Again Pluto Shit Make Me Sick To My Stomach, We Ain’t Never Really Been Through It Leland Wayne, He A Fu*kin’ Lame, So I Know He Had To Be An Influence These Niggas Had A Plan And They Finally Found A Way To Rope You Into It Two Separate Albums Dissin’, I Just Did A Kim To It, Nigga, Skim Through It Me And Savage Had The Ho*s Drippin’ Wet At Shows, Almost Had To Swim To It K-Dot Shit Is Only Hittin’ Hard When Baby Keem Put His Pen To It Ross Callin’ Me The White Boy And The Shit Kind Of Got A Ring To It ’cause All These Rappers Wavin’ White Flags While The Whole Fu*kin’ Club Sing To It
Murder Scene On Your Man Tonight, Then Come To The Vigil With The Candlelight Body After Fu*kin’ Body And You Know Rick Readin’ My Miranda Rights I’m Goin’ On Vacation Now, Hope Next Time, Y’all Plan It Right ’cause You Gotta Pay For Saying My Name, Guess Now Niggas Understand The Price Nigga, What? (6Ix)
[Part 3]
Ayy Kendrick Just Opened His Mouth, Someone Go Hand Him A Grammy Right Now Where Is Your Uncle At? ’cause I Wanna Talk To The Man Of The House West Coast Niggas Do Fades, Right? Come Get This A*s Whoopin’, I’m Handin’ ’em Out
You Wanna Take Up For Pharrell? Then Come Get His Legacy Out Of My House A Cease And Desist Is For Ho*s, Can’t Listen To Lies That Come Out Of Your Mouth You Called The Tupac Estate And Begged ’em To Sue Me And Get That Shit Down I’m Losin’ Perspective On Beef, Boi-1Da Send Beat And I’ll Kill You For Fun Your Daddy Got Robbed By Top, You Stunna And Wayne, Like Father, Like Son Anthony Set Up The Plays, Kojo Be Chargin’ You Double For Nothin’ They Shook About What I’ma Say, But Textin’ Your Phone Like, “We Already Won” You Tell Me What I Shouldn’t Say, But Fu*k It, My Nigga, It’s Already Done We Already Know It’s A Twenty-v-one, We Already Know Why You Went Number One
It’s Clearly Because Of The Boy, The Honorable Thing Is To Give Me The Loot You Right About “Fu*k The Big Three,” It’s Only Big D And There’s Video Proof Our Sons Should Go Play At The Park, Two Lightskin Kids, That Shit Would Be Cute Unless You Don’t Want To Be Seen With Anyone That Isn’t Blacker Than You We Get It, We Got It The Blacker The Berry, The Sweeter The Juice We Get That You Like To Put Gin In Your Juice We Get That You Think That You Bishop In Juice When You Put Your Hands On Your Girl, Is It Self-defense ’cause She Bigger Than You?
Your Back Is Up Against The Curb, You Diggin’ For Dirt, Should Be Diggin’ For Proof Why Did You Move To New York? Is It ’cause You Livin’ That Bachelor Life? Proposed In 2015, But Don’t Wanna Make Her Your Actual Wife I’m Guessin’ This Wedding Ain’t Happenin’, Right? ’cause We Know The Girls That You Actually Like Your Darkest Secrets Are Comin’ To Light It’s All On Your Face Like What Happened To Mike Oh Shit, It’s All Making Sense, Maybe I’m Prince And You Actually Mike Michael Was Prayin’ His Features Would Change So People Believe That He’s Actually White Top Would Make You Do Features For Change, Get On Pop Records And Rap For The Whites And Wait, You Say Your Brother Jermaine, But You Wanted Him To Stay Out Of The Light
Oh Shit, Just Follow Me, Right? ’cause Nothin’ You Sayin’ Could Bother Me, Right? I Get Off The Plane And Nothing Has Changed, I Head To Delilah With All Of My Ice Head To Delilah With All Of My Ice, Head To Delilah With All Of My Ice This Shit Gotta Be Over By Now For Anyone Out Here That’s Calling It, Right? You’re Dead, You’re Dead, You’re Dead There’s Nowhere To Hide, There’s Nowhere To Hide, You Know What I Mean They Hired A Crisis Management Team To Clean Up The Fact That You Beat On Your Queen The Picture You Painted Ain’t What It Seem, You’re Dead
Song Credits:
Song Name:
Family Matters
Artists:
Drake
Lead Vocals:
Drake
Written By:
Drake & Like around 50 ghostwriters
Music Produced By:
Boi-1da, Tay Keith, Mark Ronson, Fierce & Kevin Mitchell
Saturday 04 May 2024 10:15 AM UTC+00 | Tags: english-songs
Jamaican singer and songwriter "Chronic Law" has released a brand-new song titled "Broken Pieces". Penned by Chronic Law, and the song "Broken Pieces" was produced by Troyton Music.
Broken Pieces Song Lyrics By Chronic Law
Please check back once the song has been released.
Saturday 04 May 2024 10:27 AM UTC+00 | Tags: english-songs
Albanian singer and songwriter "Ronela Hajati" has released a brand-new song titled "Jepi Gaz". Penned by Ronela Hajati, and the song "Jepi Gaz" was produced by Apollo.
Jepi Gaz Song Lyrics By Ronela Hajati
Please check back once the song has been released.
Saturday 04 May 2024 10:43 AM UTC+00 | Tags: english-songs
American singer and songwriter "Normani" has released a brand-new song titled "1:59" with Gunna. Penned by Normani, Courtlin Jabrae, TBHits, Gunna, Leather Jackettt, Darius Coleman, and Starrah, and the song "1:59" was produced by TBHits and Leather Jackettt.
1:59 Song Lyrics By Normani
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah Turn Me Up (Mm), Uh Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah Turn Me Up (Mm)
Phone Ringin’, It’s You, I’m On That Time You On It Too, What’s On Your Mind? I’m On It Too (Ooh, Brrt) Call Me, I Come Through, I Fantasize You Want It Two Times On The Side, Clocks In The Rooms (Ooh)
Back On That Vibe Again It’s Hard To Fight Again Shit, We Can’t Hide Again Ooh, Ooh
When I Get You Alone Boy, What You Gon’ Do With It? (Shh) Don’t Talk Too Much, Just Do This Shit Boy, What You Gon’ Do With It? Yeah When I Get You Alone Boy, What You Gon’ Do With It? (Shh) Don’t Talk Too Much, Just Do This Shit Boy, What You Gon’ Do? What You Gon’ Do With It?
I Can Tell You Off Top, Girl, You Gon’ Like The Things I Do (Do) Sexy, Camera Shy, Couldn’t Leave, She Melt When It’s Hot In The Room (Room) Fu*kin’, We Made Love To Tunes, Fu*kin’ Shrooms Lock You To The Bed, Don’t Let You Move Baby, Help Me Heal The Pain (Heal The Pain) This Don’t Feel Like Lust And I Feel Love In My Veins (Veins) Who This For? Tell Me, Babe (Tell Me, Babe, Who This For?) We Made Love On Just The Chemistry, Keep Me Sane
Back On That Vibe Again (Back On That Vibe Again) It’s Hard To Find Again (It’s Hard To Find Again) Shit, We Can’t Hide Again (Shit, We Can’t Hide Again) Ooh, Ooh
When I Get You Alone (When I) Boy, What You Gon’ Do With It? (When I, Shh, Mm) Don’t Talk Too Much, Just Do This Shit Boy, What You Gon’ Do? (What You Gon’ Do With It?) What You Gon’ Do With It? (Brrt)
Text Me Where You At, Let Me Know You Back, Gets Me Every Time Know I Love To Do Things My Way, Baby, And You Let Me Every Time Spent A Long Time Tryna Get Away, Baby, But You Catch Me Every Time When You Text Me, “Where You At,” Lettin’ Me Know You Back, Gets Me Every Time
When I Get You Alone (Alone, When I) Boy, What You Gon’ Do With It? (Oh, What You Gonna Do With It? Shh, Mm) Don’t Talk Too Much, Just Do This Shit Boy, What You Gon’ Do With It? Yeah (What You Gon’ Do With It?) When I Get You Alone (Yeah) Boy, What You Gon’ Do With It? (Ah, Ah, Shh) Don’t Talk Too Much, Just Do This Shit (Shit) Boy, What You Gon’ Do? (Do Whatever You Wanna Do) What You Gon’ Do With It?
Saturday 04 May 2024 10:55 AM UTC+00 | Tags: english-songs
Nigerian Afrobeats singer and songwriter "Adekunle Gold" has released a brand-new song titled "Rodo". Penned by Adekunle Gold and Onome Ese Ojoboh, and the song "Rodo" was produced by Chillz (Producer).
Rodo Song Lyrics By Adekunle Gold
Ileke Ja Leave It On The Floor Baby Ma Je Ko Long Asante Sana (Asante Sana) Arambada If You Give Me Reason Mama Kini Cost Of Living Gan Gan? Seeing Is Believing Dan Dan
Pepper Mi O Rodo Rodo Rodo Rodo Rodo Rodo Bebedi O Robo Robo Robo Robo Robo Robo Koremi O Rodo Rodo Rodo Rodo Rodo Rodo Bebedi O Robo Robo Robo Robo Robo Robo
Only You My Concern Make Me And You Combine Shey You Go Ride For Life If I Beat It All Night And Say Its All Mine Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Baby Mi To Fine Panini So Fye Maje Kin So So Kuso Ko Need Cosign Enchante You're My Type 24 Karat Gold Mo Sa Pelu Versace Every Currency Bi Alhaji For Holiday Je Ka Lo Yankee Premium Igbadun
Pepper Mi O Rodo Rodo Rodo Rodo Rodo Rodo Bebedi O Robo Robo Robo Robo Robo Robo Koremi O Rodo Rodo Rodo Rodo Rodo Rodo Bebedi O Robo Robo Robo Robo Robo Robo
O Ni Kunle Ijo Ti Mo Jo Lana (Kon Below) Gbogbo Ara Lon Ro Mi (Kon Below) Mama O Gbodo Gbọ (Kon Below) Daddy O Gbodo Mọ (Kon Below) Ijo Ti Mo Jo Jo Jo Jo (Kon Below) Gbogbo Ara Lon Ro Mi (Kon Below) Mama O Gbodo Gbo (Kon Below) Baba O Gbodo Mọ
Ileke Ja Ja Ja Ja Leave It On The Floor Baby Ma Je Ko Long Asante Sana Arambada If You Give Me Reason Mama Kini Cost Of Living Gan Gan Seeing Is Believing Dan Dan
Pepper Mi O Rodo Rodo Rodo Rodo Rodo Rodo Bebedi O Robo Robo Robo Robo Robo Robo Koremi O Rodo Rodo Rodo Rodo Rodo Rodo Bebedi O Robo Robo Robo Robo Robo Robo
Saturday 04 May 2024 11:33 AM UTC+00 | Tags: english-songs
South African rapper singer and songwriter "Blxckie" has released a brand-new song titled "all faxx". Penned by Blxckie and Herc Cut The Lights, and the song "all faxx" was produced by Herc Cut The Lights.
all faxx Song Lyrics By Blxckie
(Herc Cut The Lights) Yeah Ayy
10 P.M. I’m Awake, But Really I Been Up Since Eight Niggas Like To Talk Tough, While You In The Streets, Lookin’ Like Bait, Huh Don’t Know What It Cost Us, If You Got Lives, Maybe Like Eight And I Picked The Cost Up, I Know My Weight, I Know My Fate, Huh 2018 I Would Pray For The Clout, Huh, Pray For The Fame Big Ol’ Tonka Pick Me Up, Huh, Fetish K, Buh Off To The North, Gon’ Make Like Twenty Songs Talkin’ ’bout Pain Back To The East, Gon’ Link Up With My Dawgs, No Chain
Let’s Go (Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go) I’m With My Dawgs And They All Slatts (Go) I Was On Lean, Don’t Endorse That I Was On Lean, Don’t En— Uh (Go, Go, Go, Let’s Go, Go, Yeah) I Need Some Racks, I Need More Racks (Go) I’m With My Dawgs And They All Slatts I Was On Lean, Don’t Endorse That (Go, Go)
All Of My Niggas Got Problems And If We Got Money, I Know Its Gon’ Solve It Mix Up The Bc And Stilly, Sit Dead In The Corner Like We In A Coffin She Used To Look At Me Like “You’re So Broke”, Ain’t No Used Sittin’ And Talking But Now I Can Slide In Her Dm At Six, By Seven We Body To Body, Hmm
Huh, Yeah Huh Top Of The Buildin’, I’m Talkin’ ’bout Ninth Floors, Huh Talk To The Gods Like, “Why We So Piss Poor?” I Used To Put On The Swag And Then Walk In The Hood Like, “Yeah, That’s Me” They Used To Look At The Boy Like, “Damn, He Trippin’, This Boy On Tweak” P&B Chillin’, I Was So Uncomfy, Haven’t Had A Meal All Week, Huh Meanwhile I Was At School Tryna Pass All Tests, Huh, Like A Geek, Yeah Back At The Crib, They Gon’ Put Me On Blast With The Questions, Bbc, Huh I Ain’t Gon’ Tell ’em What’s Really Goin’ On, Gotta Keep It On Lowkey, Clean (Let’s Go)
Let’s Go (Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go) I’m With My Dawgs And They All Slatts (Go) I Was On Lean, Don’t Endorse That I Was On Lean, Don’t En— Uh (Go, Go, Go, Let’s Go, Go, Yeah) I Need Some Racks, I Need More Racks (Go) I’m With My Dawgs And They All Slatts I Was On Lean, Don’t Endorse That (Go, Go)
Yeah Part Of The Reason Why I Was So Quiet, I Knew That I’d Make It, Its All Facts Part Of The Reason Why Nigga Was Lyin’ Is ’cause It Was Hard To Accept That Go Back To The Hood And I Feel Like A Giant, I’m Bigger Than All Of The Small Cats I Jump On The Stage And Theses B!tches Be Cryin’, I Swear I Been Seen It From Way Back, Yeah
Let’s Go (Go, Go, Go, Go, Go, Go) I’m With My Dawgs And They All Slatts (Go) I Was On Lean, Don’t Endorse That I Was On Lean, Don’t En— Uh (Go, Go, Go, Let’s Go, Go, Yeah) I Need Some Racks, I Need More Racks (I Need Some Racks, I Need More) I’m With My Dawgs And They All Slatts (I’m With My Dawgs And They All) I Was On Lean, Don’t Endorse That (Ayy, Ayy, Go, Go)
Saturday 04 May 2024 11:46 AM UTC+00 | Tags: english-songs
American rapper singer and songwriter "Monaleo" has released a brand-new song titled "Ranchero". Penned by Adrio Smit, Gabriel Decastro, Leondra Gay, and Marcos Castro Antoñana, and the song "Ranchero" was produced by ProdArctic, Marshark, and Decastro.
Ranchero Song Lyrics By Monaleo
Okay Look B!tch I Don’t Do The Pickin’ I Get Picked I Don’t Take Advice, A H*e Could Never Tell Me Shit I Don’t Do The Cheapskates, I’m Looking For The Tricks I Don’t Need A Gang, I’m Popping Out Without A Clique
Pull Over, Grab Some Ice Out The Valero Nigga, Leave Me Alone, I’m Getting To The Flipp Dinero He Gon’ Come Over, Flick The Bean, Ranchero Ridgemont Baby, I’m The Hometown Hero Yo New B!tch A Zero
Me, I’m So One Hunnid With This Shit Got The Ball In My Hand And Got To Runnin’ With This Shit I Can’t Be Playin’ With No Nigga Beat And Punched Em In His Shit Cut Off Both A Nigga Legs And Get To Drummin’ With This Shit
Everything Big Know How I’m Coming With This Shit You Play My Shit On Urban Air And Get To Jumpin’ In This B!tch To Me It’s Fun To Flex, We Get To Bumpin’ In This B!tch I Catch A Trash A*s H*e, I Get To Dumpin’ In This B!tch
Why The Fu*k Would I Go 50/50? Nigga, I’m Just A Girl Why The Fu*k You Lick The Lips Nigga You Posed To Lick The Pearl Why The Fu*k Would I Beef With A B!tch Who Hair Don’t Hold A Curl? Why The Fu*k Would I Cry Over Spilled Milk When I Got The Best Cookie In The World?
Get It? Cool, Aight, Let’s Go Yeah, I’m Finna Start Actin’ Mean Nigga Got Me In That Mode B!tch, I Almost Hit The Median Damn Near Crashed Out On That Road I Went Back And Did The Math Two Plus Two Ain’t Equal Four I’m Just Collectin’ What I’m Owed
Yeah, Collectin’ Nigga’ Ho*s I Ain’t Choose To Be A P This Was Some Shit That Was Bestowed Pickin’ Up The Back End And Head To My Humble Abode Meet A Freak For The Week And Let Him Rub My White Toes
Yeah, I’ma Spin The Block, No Cube Pu*sy Bald, No Pubes He Think I’m A Sweet Girl, He Ain’t Got No Clue I Put Blush On My Nose, He Think That Is So Cute Hood Nigga Sendin’ Memes, He Like That Is So You
Yeah My H*e Just Sent A Bat Signal, I’m On The Way Duty Calls I Don’t Ever Text Him Back, But He Pick Up The Booty Calls We Not Watchin’ Scream But They Can Hear Me Screamin’ Through The Walls Super Slut Suck Me Out My Socks And Suck Me Through The Drawers
The Head Crazy, I Can’t Even Remember What The Movie Called We Gon’ Make Our Own Movie I’ma Call The Movie Jaws I Don’t Do The Pickin’ I Get Picked I Don’t Take Advice, That H*e Can’t Never Tell Me Shit I Don’t Do The Cheapskates, I’m Looking For The Tricks I Don’t Need A Gang, I’m Popping Out Without A Clique
Pull Over, Grab Some Ice Out The Valero Nigga, Leave Me Alone, I’m Getting To The Flipp Dinero He Gon’ Come Over, Flick The Bean, Ranchero Ridgemont Baby, I’m The Hometown Hero Yo New B!tch A Zero
Dummy
Yeah, Actin’ Crazy Off This Tp We Gon’ Make A Movie, Nigga I’ma Be The Dp Niggas Wanna See Me B!tches Wanna Be Me Ballin’ On These B!tches Man, I Feel Like Cp3 Nigga Turn Me Up, Ugh Turn Me Up, Ugh Turn Me Up, Ugh
DumbA*s Nigga
Song Credits:
Song Name:
Ranchero
Artists:
Monaleo
Lead Vocals:
Monaleo
Written By:
Adrio Smit, Gabriel Decastro, Leondra Gay & Marcos Castro Antoñana
Saturday 04 May 2024 11:58 AM UTC+00 | Tags: english-songs
American singer and songwriter "Gloss Up" has released a brand-new song titled "Come Here" with Hunxho. Penned by Gloss Up and Hunxho, and the song "Come Here" was produced by PatLacedThat.
Come Here Song Lyrics By Gloss Up
(PatLacedThat) What You Runnin’ For? You Said You Want Some D!ck, What You Runnin’ For? You Talkin’ All That Shit, What You Runnin’ For? You Said You Gon’ Hop On And Do A Split, Well, What You Runnin’ For?
Now Come Here, Come Here (I’m Comin’) Come Here, Come Here (I’m Comin’) Come Here, Come Here (I’m Comin’) Come Here (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah), Come Here (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, I’m Comin’, Glossy) Come Here
Got Some Clappers Out Got A Bed, But He Fu*k Me On The Couch Like The Way I Ride His D!ck, But Love The Way I Ride His Mouth Like Fu*k What You Talkin’ ’bout, Bend It Over, Take You Down Said You Never Met The Neighbors, Bet They Know Your Name Now With My Yeah-yeah, Ask Him If He Miss It, He Like, “Hell Yeah” Pu*sy Grippin’, Drippin’, Ain’t No Slippin’ Once He In There Hands ’round My Neck, Arch My Back And Hit My Stance Pu*sy Pricy, But That Hood Nigga Eat It Up Like Food Stamps
Now Come Here, Come Here (I’m Comin’) Come Here, Come Here (I’m Comin’) Come Here, Come Here (I’m Comin’) Come Here (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah), Come Here (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, I’m Comin’) Come Here
I Like How She Move (Move), She Like How I Fu*k Her (Hmm) Never Had Shit, So When I Pull Out, Burn Rubber (Woo) Tryna Catch My B!tch, These Niggas Funny, Chris Tucker Ooh Shit He Wan’ Be Me, She Wan’ Be Her, I Guess They Like Our Movement Head, Kill It, Grip Her Head We Don’t Even Fu*k On The Bed No More, She Wan’ Fu*k On The Jet I Don’t Even Be In The ‘vette No More, We Fu*k In Trx And She Don’t Never Wanna Stop, We Stop, She Shake Like It’s Tourette’s And She Need Sleep When We Get Dirty, Man, Gave The B!tch My Best I Call My Bank, What’s In The Bank? I Told My Bank To Send A Check (Check) When We Fu*k, She Pull Out Dreads Seashell That Pu*sy Wet, Seashell Eat It All, Don’t Be Scared I Turn Her Cheeks Red
Now Come Here, Come Here (I’m Comin’) Come Here, Come Here (I’m Comin’) Come Here, Come Here (I’m Comin’) Come Here (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah), Come Here (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, I’m Comin’, Glossy) Come Here
Nigga Talkin’ ’bout Runnin’, Who? I Ain’t Even Finna Run From The Police All These Ho*s Mad, Pissed, Bet Them Ho*s Wanna Be Me Only Wearin’ Thongs, But He Know I’ma Always Keep Shit Brief I Mean Always Keep Shit P, Thought He Had A Bad B!tch On A Leash
She Blowin’ My Phone, I Turn It Off ’cause This Shit Gettin’ Annoyin’ You Front Him A Bag, It’s Too Much Water, This Shit Can’t Be Normal Go Pick Her Up, Ride Through My Block, Just Show Her What I’m Doin’ Go Drop Her Off, I’m Finna Go Spin, Then, Baby, I’ll Be Home
What You Runnin’ For? You Said You Want Some D!ck, What You Runnin’ For? You Talkin’ All That Shit, What You Runnin’ For? You Said You Gon’ Hop On And Do A Split, Well, What You Runnin’ For?
Now Come Here, Come Here (I’m Comin’) Come Here, Come Here (I’m Comin’) Come Here, Come Here (I’m Comin’) Come Here (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah), Come Here (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, I’m Comin’) Come Here
Saturday 04 May 2024 12:04 PM UTC+00 | Tags: english-songs
American singer and songwriter "YTB Fatt" has released a brand-new song titled "One Mo". Penned by YTB Fatt, and the song "One Mo" was produced by YTB Fatt.
One Mo Song Lyrics By YTB Fatt
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